Essentially, this is how it is.

my name is taylor.
i'm a girl, so i go to college to get more knowledge.
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My Summer Blog--Follow It!
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dear self,

welcome to your last day at home until august.

get ready, because your adventure starts tomorrow.

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i can be an annoying person. and if there’s one person that can put up with that annoying-ness, it’s evan. we fight, we laugh, we cry, we joke together. we’re insane together (well, i’m insane and he watches) and through all the dumb shit he’s still there at the end of it. which is remarkable.

i can be an annoying person.

and if there’s one person that can put up with that annoying-ness, it’s evan.

we fight, we laugh, we cry, we joke together. we’re insane together (well, i’m insane and he watches)

and through all the dumb shit he’s still there at the end of it. which is remarkable.

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(via bornwithglitterintheirveins)

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(via hazor)

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finals. one of the few designated ‘your peanut butter intake doesn’t have any limitations’ times of the year. i haven’t had a final since last spring. holy bajeezus. and i have one at 4 tomorrow. my face is a lie….i am SO OVER STUDYING. and i still have over 12 hours of my life that could potentially be used for it. the first worst part about finals is that you probably could’ve/should’ve known more. like everything, since the final is cumulative. the second worst part of finals is that after they’re done you have to pack up your life and move out. blerrg. and yeah, i know that’s parmesan cheese i’m posing with here…i put the pb away before i gave myself coronary artery disease with it…and was eating a stuffed bell pepper (with italian sausage in it..probably no hope for the CAD avoidal), and the cheese was still out, so i took a picture with that. oh, and i tie-dyed my tshirt myself in case you were wondering.

finals. one of the few designated ‘your peanut butter intake doesn’t have any limitations’ times of the year.

i haven’t had a final since last spring. holy bajeezus.

and i have one at 4 tomorrow. my face is a lie….i am SO OVER STUDYING. and i still have over 12 hours of my life that could potentially be used for it.

the first worst part about finals is that you probably could’ve/should’ve known more. like everything, since the final is cumulative.

the second worst part of finals is that after they’re done you have to pack up your life and move out. blerrg.

and yeah, i know that’s parmesan cheese i’m posing with here…i put the pb away before i gave myself coronary artery disease with it…and was eating a stuffed bell pepper (with italian sausage in it..probably no hope for the CAD avoidal), and the cheese was still out, so i took a picture with that. oh, and i tie-dyed my tshirt myself in case you were wondering.

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My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.
Neil Gaiman (via letmeedream)

(Source: jaynestown, via cardiacattack)

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so last year about this time i decided my bangs needed a trim…and i chopped them off and made them look super dumb. i think i did it better this time though, despite the fact that my hair looks kind of super homeless right now. this was anti-climatic though.  i’d dragged the garbage can in front of my suite’s mirror and began to snippity-snip snip, and then debated about making them straight across, and then cut them like they are now….which is basically the same as they have been.  either way, i’m glad this worked out because i start a new job on may 14th!

so last year about this time i decided my bangs needed a trim…and i chopped them off and made them look super dumb. i think i did it better this time though, despite the fact that my hair looks kind of super homeless right now.

this was anti-climatic though.  i’d dragged the garbage can in front of my suite’s mirror and began to snippity-snip snip, and then debated about making them straight across, and then cut them like they are now….which is basically the same as they have been. 

either way, i’m glad this worked out because i start a new job on may 14th!

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Hello Wisconsin!

So this summer I will be working in the Emergency Dept. at Ministry Door County Medical Center in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin.  Cleveland jobs didn’t work out, so this is what i’ve got.

I called my parents today and told them.  My mom seemed pretty happy for me, and my dad did that thing he does—try and convince me to stay home (I figured this would happen more with my mom..weird).  Not that I’ve ever needed my parent’s approval before, but it’s really disheartening to NOT be supported.  Especially now, when I’ll be farther from home for the longest amount of time I’ve ever been….and by myself… 

But this is what I need to do.  

I need to

1. do something different with my summers

2. break away

3. see something new

and you know what? i am pretty damn excited.

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Addionally, playing Enya will really help patients focus on sleeping. No evidence is needed for that because I speak truth and demand an A on this paper.
patrick, while typing our continuous quality improvement paper. damn funny stuff.